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More learned, but it hurts not me.
Friends though he has of different kind,
Each has his proper place assigned."
"Strange matters these alleged by you !"—
"Strange they may be, but they are true."—
"Well, then, I vow, 'tis mighty clever,
Now I long ten times more than ever
To be advanced extremely near
One of his shining character.
Have but the will—there wants no more,
'Tis plain enough you have the power.
His easy temper (that's the worst)
He knows, and is so shy at first.
But such a cavalier as you—
Lord, sir, you'll quickly bring him to!
Well; if I fail in my design,
Sir, it shall be no fault of mine.
If by the saucy servile tribe
Denied, what think you of a bribe?
Shut out to-day, not die with sorrow,
But try my luck again to-morrow.
Never attempt to visit him
But at the most convenient time,
Attend him on each levee day,
And there my humble duty pay.
Labour, like this, our want supplies;
And they must stoop, who mean to rise."
While thus he wittingly harangued,
Was ever such a dismal day?
ADDRESSED TO MISS MACARTNEY,
AFTERWARDS MRS. GREVII.LE, ON READING THE PRAYER FOR INDIFFERENCE.
And dwells there in a female heart,
The choicest raptures to impart,
Dwells there a wish in such a breast
Its nature to forego,
At once both bliss and woe?
Far be the thought, and far the strain,
How sweet soe'er the Terse complain,
Come then, fair maid (in nature wise),
From generous sympathy what joys
In justice to the various powers
Join me, amid your silent hours,
With lenient balm may Oberon hence
To fairy land be driven,
Mankind received from heaven.
"Oh! if my Sovereign Author pleases
Far be it from my fate,
And slumber on in state;
Each tender tie of life defied,
Unmoved with all the world beside,
Some Alpine mountain wrapt in snow,
Eternal winter doomed to know,
In vain warm suns their influence shed,
The zephyrs sport in vain,
Whilst beauty decks the plain.
What though in scaly armour dress'd,
Indifference may repel
No joy can ever dwell.
Tis woven in the world's great plan,
That all the true delights of man
'Tis nature bids, and whilst the laws
Of nature we retain,
A pleasure from its pain.
Thus grief itself has comforts dear,
The sordid never know; And ecstasy attends the tear,
When virtue bids it flow.
For when it streams from that pure source,
No bribes the heart can win,
The luxury within.
Peace to the phlegm of sullen elves,
Who, if from labour eased, Extend no care beyond themselves,
Unpleasing and unpleased.
Let no low thought suggest the prayer!
Oh! grant, kind Heaven, to me, Long as I draw ethereal air,
Where'er the heavenly nymph is seen,
With lustre-beaming eye,
(Her rosy chorus) fly.
The jocund Loves in Hymen's band,
With torches ever bright, And generous Friendship hand in hand,
With Pity's watery sight.
The gentler virtues too are join'd,
The soft relations which combined
The Arts come smiling in the close,
And lend celestial fire;
The Muses sweep the lyre.
"Still may my melting bosom cleave
To sufferings not my own;
Where'er is heard a groan.
So Pity shall take Virtue's part,
Her natural ally,
Prepare it for the sky."
This artless vow may Heaven receive,
And you, fond maid, approve;
Whate'er you wish or love.
So may the rosy-fingered hours
Lead on the various year,
Extend a larger sphere.
And suns to come, as round they wheel,
Your golden moments bless,
Or lively fancy guess.
A TALE IN VERSE.
.... Ah miser,
Horace, lib. i. ode 27.
Airy del Castro was as bold a knight
All consecrated to adorn the fair;
No pastime but with her he deigned to take,
And,—if he studied, studied for her sake.
And for Hypothesis was somewhat long,
Nor soft enough to suit a lover's tongue,
He called her Posy, with an amorous art,
And graved it on a Rem, and wore it next his heart .
But she, inconstan t as the beams that play
Nor he alone addressed the wayward fair;
But fate reserved Sir Airy to maintain The wildest project of her teeming brain; That wedlock is not rigorous as supposed, But man, within a wider pale enclosed, May rove at will, where appetite shall lead, Free as the lordly bull that ranges o'er the mead; That forms and rites are tricks of human law, As idle as the chattering of a daw; That lewd incontinence, and lawless rape, Are marriage in its true and proper shape; That man by faith and truth is made a slave, The ring a bauble, and the priest a knave.